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the destination shortly after noon.
My mother-in-law, Thelma, answered the door.
She was in her nineties now, smaller than I remembered and older in a way that looked heavier than age alone. The second she saw my face, I held out the letter.
“Explain.”
Thelma stepped backward and sat down without inviting us inside. She read the letter, crying silently continue reading …
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